The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1887-03-31

was not @ bad investment. In6 mere
experience was worth 5000, with the
fun thrown in"
~.
Itwas In the early winter Of 1889 that
visitor was announced to Miss Katchen
Schrader. She gave few decorative
touches to her person before the mirror,
rearranged her hair with g. critical eye,
and then burst with headlong ardor into
the adjoining room and flung herself Into
the arms Of her visitor. She became con-
scious, however, before regaining the per-
pendicular state, that his enthusiasm was
scarcely equal to her own.
ssWel, Max" she said, concealing her
disappointment, sten me the story OF
your adventures"
Instead of answering Max pulled from
his pocket package Of papers which he
unfolded and carefully spread out upon
the table They were United States bonds
of the aggregate value of at least $5O, 000
Katchen's eyes grew big and radiant as
size contemplated the possibilities OF happi-
ness contained in these prosaic figures
"Oh, Max, my dear Max!'' she cried de-
liRhtedly; "you are rich man. How /
do love you'll But tell me how you made
so much money"
1T made my experiment in trangres-
sion."
ssYes, but how did you make it''
stBy the aid Of my science"
seNow, don't be provokingl What did
you. dor"
ssI asserted the power Of an intellect,
the value OF which, for practical pur-
poses, you had the kindness to question" !"
.Oh, I shall go mad, Max, if you don't
tell me,'' exclaimed the girl. "Do have
pity on metz
every well, I will tell you, not because
YOU deserve my confidence, butin order to
prove to you that the poverty to which the
devotee Of science dooms himself is a vol
untary one, and on that account sublime
The stricter moral law which Mr.. Har-
bitsch and his like ignore with impunity,
/, too, could ignore and be wealthy az
they. To be q scoundrel and go to jail for
it requires no great intellect; but to make
safe and profitable experiment In trans
gression is quito another thing"
The story was then told, q part Of which
we have already heard; how Max hap
pened to cross in the steamer with Dutch
professor, who had served two years
sentence for counterfeiting; how he had
assumed his name after possessing him
self of all the facts of his history and In
San Francisco successfully played the part
of an alchemist. He had invested his pa
ternal inheritance Of about $4,000 in tho
experiment; had bought metallic gold,
which, he had reduced to precipitate with
sulphate Of iron, and represented 1t In q
finely divided state as black sand, which
an expert would readily have recognized
as gold, but which would easily deceive
men with no chemical knowledge. When
he related the story Of the check and the
exactness with which, by his insight into
human nature, he could predict the &C.
lions of a man and, allay his suspicious,
Katchen's eyes sparkled with amusement.
"Oh, Max, my dear Max" she ejacu-
lated, laughing, ~ never dreamed that
you were 30 clever"
"But l." he responded with uncomfort-
able seriousness, ST gave You credit for
being great deal cleverer.." -
( aaWhat do ycu mean by that2n. -
seYou seem to have forgotten that this
was mere experiment in transgression. ."
"Do you mean to say you won't keep
the moneys''
eyes; I have already telegraphed to
Mr.. Hardness informing him that the sum
Of $45, ,0O0 viii tomorrow be awaiting his
order in the Imperial Bank Of Germany"
y ooh, Max, you don't mean itp''
The pretty, laughing face became sud
denly picture of dismay.
s'There Is copy Of the cablegram.
Max flung with visible disgust piece
of paper on the table, then gathered up
his bonds and put them in his pocket.
Katchen seized the paper and read:
ssUndersigned hopes you forgive rough
practical joke. Amount Of check awaits
order Imperial bank. Wachtmeister.
s'Then you have gained nothing at all
by your cleverness," she said, brushing q
tear from the corner of her eye.
Eyes," he replied with pitiless gravity;
"I have been saved from the mistake OF
sharing my life with one who dispised my
noble calling and was ready to wink at
transgression."
DR.. Max semmler made profound bow
and backed out Of the door.-H..H. Boye-
son in The Epoch.